As I search through my boxes to gather up Christmas ornaments, I slip back in time. I find myself thinking about the many sacrifices my parents, like many parents, make for their children during this ever so meaningful time of year.
Over the years, Santa has become the human face of Christmas; pictures are seen of him everywhere in his long white beard, red coat and carrying his big bag of toys for all good boys and girls.
It is easy to picture the human face of Christmas, the holly jolly red-cheeked man; because he is the man who we all have come to know as Santa. The image of Santa reminds me yet of another man. He is not bearing a white beard nor wearing red. I picture my Mr. Claus. He is your everyday average man who strived during his entire life to make Christmas a memorable occasion for his family. For all of his married years, I am sure he would attest to his angel-like figure, close to his side, hovering over a hot stove preparing meat pies, wrapping presents, home decorating; making all magical and exciting for his family to enjoy.
The lady by his side hoped for more than presents. She wanted somehow to return to a time in her own childhood, when life was simpler and made more sense. Back into time; before the troubles of adult life arrived at her door.
Behind all the fun and decorations, she somehow tried to bring a message of something more to her family. Some key to life, hope or happiness for all, while bearing the worries of getting it all done and thinking how and who was going to pay for it all.
Being a single mother of three children, I feel the lead up to Christmas to be somewhat over whelming. With the ending of November, every spare minute is spent thinking or preparing for that one single day. Some days, I have to look hard and search long to find God in what we have come to call Christmas. My, how so much has changed.
When I was a child, every Christmas Eve my sisters and brother were far too excited to sleep. We were so blessed because my Mr. Claus would arrive at our home early in the evening to sing Christmas carols. While he sang, we kids would whisper amongst ourselves saying, “I hope I get a new pair skates”, while the other would want a new doll. Now kids want a new laptop, a flat screen TV, high priced video games or some other highly expensive toy.
My kids are no different. And I, like most parents, try to give more and more, again and again, in hope that my children will one day come to understand the love and meaning behind giving.
Gift giving was introduced because of the gift God gave to us; his son.
Christmas cards and pictures make Christmas seem so breathtaking and beautiful. In truth, Christmas must not have been what is painted and depicted today.
Should we consider the real setting of Christmas, we would picture a cold and damp journey filled will trials and tribulations encountered by Mary and Joseph along their way to Bethlehem.
The story of Jesus’ birth tells us that he came as a poor and humbled person and not a strong and rich king.
My Mr. Claus sat on his piano stool for hours singing Christmas Carols; often telling the story of his father who loved the song, Silent Night. His father told him that this song reminded him of his own father. He said, “His father missed his own father during the celebration of Christmas.”
My Mr. Claus’ eyes often filled with tears when he sang Silent Night. He did not have to tell me why. I knew he too now missed his father; the man who put meaning into his life.
The legend of Poinsettia; a Children’s Christmas story from Mexico reveals to us that the gift of love is dearer to Jesus than the most expensive present. As the years add on, I understand it is the loss of parental love that my Mr. Claus still longed for.
At 47 years of age, I am realizing that I have become very much like the lady who stood beside my Mr. Claus. I easily picture her face gracefully watching as I gobbled up delicious meat pies. She just smiled as I rushed to be first at her beautifully set table to dig into her perfectly basted turkey. She giggled when witnessing that I was the quickest of all four children to unwrap my every wish under her tree. The tree she took time to decorate every single year.
Her emotional bond to Christmas was fully satisfied knowing she didn’t change the world. She was happy knowing she in some way, gave all that she had, in hope that her children would someday come to know the true meaning of Christmas. For her that was enough.
Christmas means different things to different people. However, hope is the thread that ties a family together on Christmas Day.
Tonight, I find myself thinking about my Mr. Claus and the special lady who stood by his side and by their children’s side. Making perhaps, Christmas a never-ending story; allowing every year for her children to add another chapter to the day we all came to know as “Christmas.” I believe my Mr. Claus and the lady by his side hoped that their children, too, would come to cherish and to share one day, the meaning of Christmas with their own children.
On December 25th, we can choose to remember the birth of Christ. We can follow the teaching of Jesus by reaching out to others and, by his example, love one another. We can offer what help we can to the poor. We can bring meaning to this holiday by being the people we should be and could be, if only we choose to be. We could live out this day, every day of the year, sharing the examples of how Jesus hoped that we would choose to live our lives.
We can remember not to let time slip us by. Before you know it, we will already have sat down to eat turkey with all the trimmings and up to this point, we haven’t spent any quality time thinking of the true meaning of Christmas; bringing for many, love and hope.
My Mr. Claus is my dad. He has been my Santa for 47 years; never changing as years add on. My guardian angel is alive. She is my mother. In me, she instilled the true meaning of Christmas that I hope to share.
As years add on, I realize that I am very much like her. I too want to go back in time. I want to go back to before adulthood arrived at my door. I want to go back into time; when things were just a bit different.
Kim Drisdelle works with Enterprise Miramichi in Miramichi, NB, where she lives. She is an active member of the community, and for a number of years chaired the White Gold Festival and Miramichi Canada Celebration. Kim completed four years of undergraduate studies at Universite de Moncton in education speciale, as well as two years of undergraduate studies in French Literature and Linguistics at St. Thomas University in Fredericton. The single mother of three children, this is Kim’s first contribution to Bread ‘n Molasses Magazine’s annual Twelve Days of Christmas event.
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Very touching and heartwarming story, well written!
I, too, have taken Christmas back to easier times, focusing on relationships and less on “stuff.” Each child (they’re now mostly grown!) gets one small gift, and we, as a family, donate what we would have spent on gifts to a local charity. It was a suggestion made by my step-daughter when she was 11. I am so proud of her for seeing what is important, and of the rest of our family for embracing this new tradition. It makes the season less stressful for everyone and we can focus on what’s really important the whole year long: love, friends and family. Congratulations to Kim for a well written piece- hopefully it will inspire others to simplify and focus on what is truly important in our lives.
great story, i agree with you about the real meaning of Christmas.
Not unlike my Santa.
Lovely story! So touching I almost cried!
Very nice Kim and I think a lot more people are realizing the True meaning of Christma.
Kim as always a wonderful job. When you write, we feel. Your description of Christmas is a reality for any of us in our 50s and we can put ourselves in your place. You are so lucky to still have your “Mr. Claus” and Christmas “Angel”. Every parent wants to make Christmas memorable for a child, whether it was the doll of old or the Ipad of today. The point as we all know is that Jesus is the reason for the season and a lot of the parents today don’t seem to get the point which means that their children are losing out.
Having the privilege to have enjoyed your guardian angle and Santa’s company I must say they certainly live the spirit of Christmas all year. Thanks Kim for sharing.
Oh there you are again my Miramichi friend Kim, wearing your heart on the pages of your words! You have touched the hearts of many with your heart felt words of encouragement, sentimentality and genuine love for your fellow sojourners that have the privilege of sharing life with you as family, friend, co-worker, mentor or as a special moment in time. Your depiction of your Mr. Claus and his special lady gives us readers a better understanding of who Kim Drisdelle has become because of them. I am pleased to have you on my “special lady” list and pray that you and yours will share many more CHRISTmases celebrating The True Meaning of Christmas and that you will continue to share your God given gift of writting from the heart about heart matters. Thanks Kim for sharing you with us via Bread’nMolasses.
Great perspective on the celebration of this gift-giving time of year. When we decorate the tree, many memories come back as we place the ornaments on the branches, many were made by our children.
Yes…there’s something about Christmas present, that reminds one of Christmas past. That time of childhood wonder and security and joy.
Let’s hope we are creating the same feelings for our children.
A wonderfull ,heartwarming story and it truly shows what Christmas should be about. If i could give one gift to all kids this year it would be that they could be in a peacefull home where these memories are born . For toys get broken and forgotten , but love and memories last a lifetime . Thanks Kim for sharing
I’ve read them all this year. Each gets better than the one before, it seems, but every one is excellent! Thanks to the authors for giving us such uplifting words at this special time of the year. One mentioned snow; we seldom get snow down here in Louisiana, USA. I think I’ve seen snow here maybe three or four times and I’m 84 years old. Some of my e-mail pals in Canada send me lovely pictures of snow and as pretty as it is, I don’t think I could handle that much snow in my life.
Wonderful sentiments. It seems harder each year to help the younger generation to see the real meaning of Christmas. Thank you KIM.
Made me emotional. Very touching story.
A very emotional story Kim. You are very fortunate to still have your Mr. Santa and the special lady who stands by his side.I miss mine at this time of year but I do have some great memories of our Christmas’s past and they also taught us about the true meaning of Christmas.